Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.